With Them You Share Nothing In Common

With them you share nothing in common though them you know by sight and often meet
Between you and them there is only silence when you pass them by on the street
Familiar to you by sight only though as strangers to you they will stay
With them you share nothing in common with so many it is this way
The first time you met them you said hello but to your greeting they did not reply
But since between you no sign of recognition in silence them you do pass by
By sight to you they are not strangers you even know of them by name
But those who treat you as a stranger you can only treat as the same
Like most some you do not like and others who do not like you
Perhaps it is do unto others as to you they choose to do
For to like everybody you know or know of you would have to be a living saint
They are a rare breed in the World the humans who are free of taint
Between you there is only silence when them you do happen to meet
You pass them by as silent strangers whilst out walking in the park or on the street.